Note: I posted
this on the filks thread, and decided to post it as a
fic too. J I’ve changed it a
little, thanks to my beta reader, Elanor Gamgee.
So you all are
clear – the narrator is Ginny, meaning this is Harry/Ginny (though no fluff or
anything). Just so you know! (Oh, and I wouldn’t suggest any younger kids read
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
all through the house
a creature was stirring
even a mouse.
stockings were floating
And I knew that it
We’d find Dungbombs in there.
(Thanks, Fred and George!)
children were (supposedly) snug in their beds
visions of ice mice danced in their heads.
in his blue nightrobes, me pulling back my hair
resting after settling more sibling warfare
in the living room there arose such a clatter
sprang from my bed to see what was the matter!
on my housecoat, ran out the door…
I got downstairs, “Father Christmas” was on the floor!
yet, too early for you!”
Said my dear little Melissa, aka Cindy
was pulling on Fred’s leg.
not Father Christmas – you’re as jolly as a peg!”
knew that I should intervene…
this was such a priceless scene!
left a tad early, hohoho,
I’m on a diet – look, just let me go!”
and Patrick backed away, and Fred stood,
Possibly as quickly as he could.
why are you early?” Patrick asked.
you do what Mummy does, and multi-task?”
blinked. “I suppose so, yes.
are those enough gifts, or do you want the rest?”
if he’s not Father Christmas?” Melissa asked in a whisper.
tugged on his reindeer slipper.
before we believe it’s you, what’s the capital of France?”
smiled. “Paris, my precious smarty
think it’s him,” Melissa clarified.
Patrick was not satisfied.
are the reindeer? Prancer and Comet? Rudolph, did he get sick and-”
rushed in at once, needless to say;
horrified me a bit much for the day.
you two, leave him alone,
your presents, and let him go home.”
hung their heads, looking ashamed;
You’d think I was
looked at me. “I simply thought,
though he said he was Father Christmas, he was not!”
now, prove yourself,” I said with a wink.
hoped my children’s dreams wouldn’t sink.
gave me the coldest of glares
And then looked at my children’s hopeful stares.
yes, my children – er, follow me,
as real as you will ever be!
will warn you that the reindeer were tired tonight,
invisible Horses helped with the flight!”
Chr – I mean, Fred – led us outside,
not quite failing his North Polian guise!
He Apparatedon the roof, got on a sleigh,
The sight of that
made my day!
gave us a wave, and shouted as he flew into the night:
Christmas to all – and your Mummy was right!”